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“Get down on your knees.”Before I could react, a man in a suit and sunglasses twisted my arm behind my back and forced me to the ground.What was going on? Had I accidentally gotten involved with criminals?I couldn’t think of any reason the mob would come after me. I was just an ordinary office worker who had been unlucky enough to get hit while traveling for work.I was literally hit by a car.I thought I would be smashed into pieces, but when I opened my eyes, I found myself completely unharmed. Instead, I was surrounded by a group of men in black in a narrow alley, with no way to escape.Every worst-case scenario flashed through my mind. In the end, I begged them to leave my body intact. To my surprise, they only tied me up and drove me to this place.I narrowed my eyes and secretly studied the man before me. The moment our eyes met, a flood of memories that didn’t belong to me filled my mind. I gradually understood my situation.I had somehow entered a melodramatic angst n

“But I do!”Apparently, staying in the basement for over a minute was enough to awaken the female lead’s irrepressible urge to escape.The moment I saw a window, I wanted to jump through it. The moment I saw a locked door, I wanted to pick it. When I passed through the main entrance earlier, it took every ounce of self-control I had not to walk straight out. I genuinely needed an iron chain to keep myself trapped in the basement.I hadn’t even slept on that huge bed yet. The cosmetics on the vanity were all brand-new and unopened. The red-wine-braised foie gras the butler had just delivered was delicious! I hadn’t even finished eating it!Since I would only get caught and dragged back if I escaped, why not lie back and enjoy all of this?“Do you even know how to keep someone imprisoned? I manage to escape every time. Have you ever considered looking for the problem in yourself? “You love searching everywhere for me. What if you find another girl who looks like your

"You’ve... made me dirty."Julian looked as if his soul had been sucked out, his hollow eyes fixed on the space ahead.Being drunk, having his deepest wound exposed, and having me lick his palm seemed to have dealt him three consecutive blows at once. They had completely broken him.Before I could think of a way to comfort him, I heard him sobbing behind me.An idea came to me.I leaned close to Julian’s ear and whispered eerily, “Whitney Hart doesn’t want you anymore.”He began crying even louder.“Whitney is coming back tomorrow.”Julian’s face lit up with joy.This was fun.Before I could enjoy myself any longer, Julian’s phone rang.He answered, and a cool female voice came through. “Hello? Is this Julian?”The way Julian froze and even forgot to cry told me that the caller had to be his first love.When Julian remained silent for a long time, Whitney continued, “I’m coming back tomorrow. Julian, I’ve missed you so much. Do you hate me now? “Can’t you say something

At first, I thought Julian had only said those things to get rid of me. I never expected him to start bringing up Whitney in front of me at every opportunity.“Whitney asked me to have lunch with her today… She wants me to go shopping with her tonight… We’re going to the spa together tomorrow… Shuri! Aren’t you going to react?”“That’s wonderful. Your little step forward is a giant leap for the Hart family.” I was sick of hearing those words come out of Julian’s mouth.I gave it some thought over the past few days. Julian genuinely believed I wanted to compete with Whitney for him. If I continued living here, it would inevitably cause another round of trouble.Julian might have been temperamental, but he was generous with his money. I had built up quite a bit of savings, and it wouldn’t be difficult to start a small company.Ever since Julian decided that I liked him, all my previous actions made perfect sense in his mind. They had simply been attempts to seduce him.“I w

“Finally, Stockholm syndrome is a mental illness. Reciting prayers won’t cure it. I suggest you see a therapist.”The rosary beads hit the floor with a sharp clatter. Behind Julian’s calm expression, his entire sense of dignity quietly crumbled.My studio was running smoothly and efficiently.I came up with the livestream content, while Whitney handled the operations.To prove his sincerity, Julian was still relentlessly pestering me.I told him he could come see me if he learned our group dance properly. Then we might let him take the center position.A famous, aloof heartthrob from the city’s elite circles livestreaming from my studio was a guaranteed recipe for going viral. How could I not seize the opportunity?There was nothing shameful about making money.For the next few days, Julian’s private retreat played a DJ remix of “Winter Used to Be Cold, Summer Brought the Rain…” instead of religious chants.He sent us countless videos of himself, but I rejected every one with